‘Wilt thou with us into England ride?
And thy safe-warrand we will be,
If we get a horse worth a hundred punds,
Upon his back that thou shalt be.’—
IX
‘I dare not with you into England ride,
The Land-sergeant has me at feid[1198];
I know not what evil may betide
For Peter of Whitfield his brother is dead.
X
‘And Antony Shiel he loves not me,
For I gat twa drifts of his sheep;
The great Earl of Whitfield loves me not,
For nae gear frae me he e’er could keep.
XI
‘But will ye stay till the day gae down,
Until the night come owre the grund,
And I’ll be a guide worth ony twa
That may in Liddesdale be found.
XII
‘Tho’ dark the night as pick[1199] and tar,
I’ll guide ye owre yon hills sae hie,
And bring ye a’ in safety back,
If you will be true and follow me.’